Comprehensive anime illustrations, but all the beautiful girls in the group chat want to pay for you

"Sixty pieces of century-old, top-quality porcelain were destroyed, totaling six million; thirty rare, one-of-a-kind roses, six million; a garden barrier core, fifty million; and..."

As the head maid's cold voice continued to announce the bills, the bills rose at an alarming rate.

The little evil god's snake tail curled up unconsciously, his blue pupils trembled violently, and big beads of cold sweat oozed from his forehead.

"wait wait wait!"

She suddenly shuddered, and her snake tail straightened like a spring.

"I suddenly feel that one million is actually quite reasonable!"

Remilia's scarlet eyes narrowed slightly, and the red wine glass in her hand had been replaced with a calculator.

"Have you figured it out now? What a pity..."

The calculator made a crisp sound of returning to zero.

"Interest is calculated separately~"

"What?!!!"

The little evil god let out a heart-wrenching wail, and its snake tail slapped the ground, just like a fish that had been caught on shore.

But Remilia just shook the red wine glass gracefully, showing her little canine teeth and smiling sweetly:

"Of course~"

The vampire lady finally revealed her true intentions, her bright red eyes flashing with cunning light:

"You can pay off your debt by working for the Scarlet Devil Mansion. It'll be 100,000 a day, and you can renew your contract after the debt is paid off!"

"Ten, one hundred thousand!"

The little evil god's snake pupils instantly transformed into money symbols, and his not-so-bright brain immediately began to calculate frantically—

Anyway, I am immortal, and I will earn it back sooner or later, and it includes food and accommodation!

(Hey! Lily Ling, goodbye! I found a long-term meal ticket!)

She jumped up with a somersault, her sapphire eyes gleaming with flattery:

"No problem! What's my job?!"

There was a hint of flattery in the little evil god's sapphire eyes.

Remlia chuckled softly, and pointed her sharp nails elegantly at her sister who was playing with Levatin:

"Your job is—"

The colorful crystals collided with each other after Flandre appeared, making a crisp sound.

She tilted her head and smiled innocently, but the magic sword in her hand began to spew out terrifying flames.

"Play with her~"

The little evil god's expression froze instantly.

She mechanically turned her head to look at the "little angel" who had just blasted her into the ground twice, then looked down at the tip of her newly grown tail...

"Is it too late to regret now?"

The little evil god's voice trembled like a leaf blown by a cold wind, and his blue vertical pupils contracted violently.

Her emerald green snake tail curled up unconsciously, and her scales scraped against the floor, making a harsh sound.

"What do you say?"

Sakuya's cold voice suddenly came from all directions, as if the entire space was echoing with this voice.

At some point, the silver-haired head maid had elegantly leaned against the door, the silver pocket watch in her hand flying between her fingertips, making a mechanical "click-click" sound.

Twelve silver flying knives were suspended around her, the tips of the knives flashing with cold light, slowly rotating like stars.

The moonlight filtered through the stained glass, casting mottled shadows on her stern face, and a dangerous glint flashed in the silver-gray eyes behind the lenses.

The entire Scarlet Devil Mansion instantly fell into dead silence, with only the little evil god's heart-wrenching wail piercing the night sky:

"Lily Ling--!!! Come and save me!!!"

Chapter 68: The Second Sick Girl in the Kitchen, Lily Ling

“Ah! My hand! My hand—!!!”

Blood gushed out from the severed wrist like a fountain. The scene that should have been horrifying was turned into a farce by the little evil god's exaggerated performance.

She rolled around on the ground like a snake whose tail was stepped on, and the blood spurting out of her severed limbs actually drew several heart shapes in the air.

Flandre tilted her little head, and her colorful magic wings fluttered gently behind her.

She stretched out her white and tender fingers and curiously poked the little evil god's twisting snake tail:

"What happened to you?"

As soon as the innocent voice fell, the emerald green tail snapped into two pieces.

The blood mist spurting out from the fracture formed a mini rainbow in the moonlight. The scene was so absurd that it was suffocating.

"Ahhhhhh, my tail!!!"

The little evil god's screams instantly rose eight octaves, and his severed tail jumped on the ground like a loach out of water.

She frantically tried to grab the tip of her flailing tail, but her right hand, which had just been reattached, was "accidentally" stepped on by Fran.

"Huh? This thing moves~"

Fran clapped her hands happily, and the magic sword Levatin behind her trembled excitedly.

"Let's play the limb-jointing game again!"

Zhou Yuan silently took a half step behind Patchouli, while the witch was quickly writing something in the magic book:

"Amazing regenerative abilities... the severed limbs are still alive... perhaps we can extract a sample..."

Only Sakuya still maintained the demeanor of a perfect maid, gracefully refilling everyone's tea:

"Would you like some sugar, miss?"

When no one was paying attention, Little Black Tower quietly went over and picked up the tip of the little evil god's tail and put it in a sample box.

"Research materials, get it!"

She winked merrily.

The daily life in the Scarlet Devil Mansion remains so peaceful.

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"Jingle Bell--!"

The crisp ring of the doorbell suddenly cut through the clamor of the Scarlet Devil Mansion.

Sakuya calmly took out a magic communicator from the front of her maid outfit. This seemed to be a communication tool specifically used to communicate with the doorman's office.

As expected, Hong Meiling's energetic voice came out from it:

"Ms. Sakuya, there's a lady calling herself 'Hanazona Yurizu' at the door, asking to see you. Would you mind asking the young lady for permission before letting her in?"

The sound of a Chinese girl chewing buns could be faintly heard from the communicator.

"Lily Bell?!"

The little evil god, who had been lying on the ground in a pile of mud, suddenly jumped up as if he had been electrocuted, and the tip of his broken tail trembled wildly like a rattlesnake.

She rolled and crawled towards the door, howling with tears streaming down her face:

"Lily Ling! Help! Take me away from this devil's cave--"

Before she finished speaking, Flandre flew up joyfully, her colorful magical wings drawing a brilliant trajectory in the moonlight:

"Little snake, don't run away! We've only been playing for three hours!"

The little evil god staggered when he was attacked, and his newly grown tail was wrapped around the door handle with a "snap".

She looked outside the museum in despair, as if she could see the figure of the savior through the heavy oak door.

Remlia swirled her wine glass with interest.

"Sakuya, please wait a moment, Miss~"

Her bright red eyes flashed with a hint of mischief.

"Just say we're giving pre-job training to new employees..."

Zhou Yuan turned his head away silently, pretending not to see the pleading look from the little evil god.

Patchouli had already squatted next to Broken Tail, holding the magic book, her lenses reflecting a strange light:

"Regeneration is 17% faster than it was five minutes ago... Interesting..."

The door to the Scarlet Devil Mansion was still tightly closed, and only the little evil god's shrill wails echoed in the corridor for a long time.

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Finally, the door of the Scarlet Devil Mansion opened, letting the girl named Hanazono Yuurisuzu in.

"I'm so sorry, little evil god has caused you trouble."

Her reddish-brown twin ponytails swayed gently as she bowed gracefully, and her Gothic-style dress made her skin look as white as snow.

Although his left eye is covered by an exquisite eye patch, the gentle look in his right eye makes people feel friendly.

(Although she looks like a loli, in fact, Yuri Suzu is set to be 1.6 meters tall, a completely standard girl's figure!)

Her voice was soft and polite, and her manners were well-behaved, totally unlike the terrifying "violent maniac" described by the little evil god.

however--

Zhou Yuan's pupils narrowed slightly. This seemingly ordinary girl lingered with an indescribable aura, a trait that only came from long-term interaction with demons.

He and Patchouli exchanged a knowing look, and the purple-haired witch silently turned a few pages of the magic book at her fingertips.

"Miss Lily Ling, you don't have to be so polite."

Zhou Yuan took a half step forward, a perfect smile on his face.

"Why don't you come in and discuss it in detail?"

Out of the corner of his eye, he saw the little evil god desperately trying to hide behind Lily Bell, while Flandre's eyes lit up as if she had found a new toy.

Patchouli pushed her glasses calmly, and a meaningful reflection flashed on the lenses.

……

"So you are a witch too?"

Bright stars suddenly bloomed in Lily Ling's eyes, which was the purest admiration of the younger generation for the older generation.

She unconsciously clasped her hands in front of her chest, and the lace edge of her Gothic dress trembled slightly with her excitement.

"I didn't expect to meet a senior here again!"

Patchouli was slightly startled, her long violet hair glowing softly under the magic lamp.

She gently stroked the crystal pendant on her chest, her voice filled with nostalgia and emotion:

"If we talk about time, then I am indeed your predecessor..."

My fingertips gently stroked the gilded titles of ancient books.

"but..."

The witch suddenly coughed a few times, and a sickly blush appeared on her pale cheeks.

When she looked up again, her amethyst-like eyes reflected the magical glow flowing around Lily Bell:

"Your current magical power... makes me unqualified to call myself a senior."

At this moment, Zhou Yuan suddenly stretched out his hand, and his warm palm gently fell on Patchouli's thin shoulder.

A faint golden light flowed between his fingertips, and he calmed the witch's cough without making a sound.

"Don't sell yourself short, Patch."